(Be sure to read the poem at the end.)
Judging by the saddle style, this unidentified cowboy was working in the late 1870s or 1880s.
In his holster, he carries a Colt model 1873 single action revolver with hard rubber grips,
and he has looped his left arm around a Winchester model 1873 carbine in a saddle scabbard.
On the back of this photo is the light pencil inscription "Indian fighter."
In his holster, he carries a Colt model 1873 single action revolver with hard rubber grips,
and he has looped his left arm around a Winchester model 1873 carbine in a saddle scabbard.
On the back of this photo is the light pencil inscription "Indian fighter."
Snow Tunnel ~ On the Ouray and Silverton Toll Rd ~ Colorado ~ 1888
1899 Concord, Michigan "Buggy & Wagon Shop"
Thankful someone took the time to photograph this type of beauty - April 1937. Buttermilk Junction, Martin County, IN.
Guns, Banjos, and Mules at the Livery stable in East Tennessee around 1890.
In 1906, a massive magnitude 7.9 earthquake ruptured the entire San Andreas Fault in Northern California. That is a huge running crack in the ground. Now they are building houses right on the line as fast as the material can be delivered. Hmmm...
This is what real cowboys looked like in 1887. Not as fancy as on TV, eh!
Some of the toughest, bravest people we know of. They gave it their all to go west and start a new life. This wagon train is in eastern Colorado in 1880.
This 'moose team' belonged to W.R. (Billy-Buffalo Bill) Day. They were found as new-borns by a metis near Baptiste Lake in 1910 and were reared by bottle and broken to drive by Mr. Day at Athabasca Landing during the winter of 1910. Mr. Day and the moose team hauled mail and supplies.
In the American Civil War, soldiers were required to have at least four opposing front teeth, so that they could open a gunpowder pouch. Some draftees had their front teeth removed to avoid service. In our day they just jumped the border into Canada.
Here we have a tired old prospector during the Klondike Gold Rush.
Lulu Parr - Her skill with the gun caught the attention of Pawnee Bill, who signed her to his show in 1903. She left that show but came back in 1911. By that time, Pawnee Bill had joined Buffalo Bill's show. Buffalo Bill was so in awe of Lulu's willingness to ride unbroken ponies that he presented her with an ivory-handled Colt single-action revolver, engraved with "Buffalo Bill Cody to Lulu Parr~1911"
KIND OF PARR FOR THE COARSE??
View from the driver's seat of a 40 mule team. These rigs were used to haul Borax out of Boron, CA and then loaded onto railroads for manufacturing. All this so you could do the laundry! Holy smokes, that's a lot of horses!
Hoops had to be removed before taking your seat in a carriage and then they were hooked onto the back of the carriage.
Omaha Board of Trade in Mountains near Deadwood, SD April 26, 1889. It was created in 1889 by Grabill, John C. H., photographer. The picture presents procession of stagecoaches loaded with passengers coming down a mountain road. 
This is a stunning photograph from 1862. The image shows a horse-drawn Civil War ambulance crew removing the wounded from a battlefield.
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A poem to which most older folks can relate.
I remember the corned beef of my Childhood,
And the bread that we cut with a knife,
When the Children helped with the housework,
And the men went out to work, not the wife.
The cheese never needed a fridge,
And the bread was so crusty and hot,
The Children were seldom unhappy,
And the Wife was content with her lot.
I remember the milk from the bottle,
With the yummy cream on the top,
Our dinner came hot from the oven,
And not from a freezer; or shop.
The kids were a lot more contented,
They didn't need money for kicks,
Just a game with their friends in the road,
And sometimes the Saturday flicks.
I remember the shop on the corner,
Where biscuits for pennies were sold
Do you think I'm a bit too nostalgic?
Or is it....I'm just getting Old?
Bathing was done in a wash tub,
With plenty of rich foamy suds
But the ironing seemed never ending
As Mum pressed everyone's 'duds'.
I remember the slap on my backside,
And the taste of soap if I swore,
Anorexia and diets weren't heard of
And we hadn't much choice what we wore.
Do you think that bruised our ego?
Or our initiative was destroyed?
We ate what was put on the table
And I think life was better enjoyed.
Author, Unknown ...
If you can remember those days...
Continue to enjoy your Retirement.
4 comments:
"True grit." Not the ideal definition or images of American prosperity, but today I will definitely take it. By the way, Kurt Russell's True Grit is miles above John Wayne's!
Sure any snow flake can camp out with their Whole Foods granola, but few can filet a fish, shuck oysters, hunt or even make camp without visiting Dick's or the Wayside and buying a mere weekend of "survival."
I've just turned 41 and I am happy that I am blessed to be surrounded by friends who help keep, reluctantly termed by some, antiquated life styles, alive.
I have a friend who can shoe and train horses, and more than a few friends who can hunt or fish for anything. One who can weld or fix any basic engine and is the Macgyver of the crew. He just built a large "tree home" (multi roomed), but having no damage to the tree it is suspended from.
Another old friend who can play any instrument and may be your kid's band director. Among many others, one who can identify absolutely any American animal, fish, bird, or species using tracks, scat, calls, or any visual identifier, which makes me feel an awful lot like Salieri, with his knowledge retention. Google it.
My contribution is that I have perfect recall of everything that I have learned from each of them. I surround myself with history, while also embracing what is now and lies ahead. I have accepted that I am an amalgamation of their knowledge, while confidently offering my own significant knowledge in our shared experiences.
Those men in the photos and the friends I've been graced with, are / were always there as soon as the "call" went out. "Pals," were just as well regarded as family in those days. Today, not even family comes as close as what these pals were regarded as in those times.
My point is kinda broad, but we today, should be so lucky to have friendships with people that had inspired those seemingly optimistic horizons that propelled these "kids" to venture into the unknown, and not to be a BITCH about trying to limit our constitutional freedoms!
These were put forth for the benefit and protection from tyrants, and others that would inhibit our God given freedoms of life and liberty. Just like for these young men so long ago, that is what makes us the land of the free, home of the brave.
The powers that be were warned of the abuse of these liberties, and miserably failed us, so now a bunch of idiots want to take these rights away?! That might happen some day, but this awful example just proves, you can't rely on your government to protect or save you! You can only prepare for the worst, which is what these "dudes" did years ago.
Bad things will ALWAYS happen. Taking away our rights will not stop it, but make the body count worse. Education and preparation will definitely help. To argue that point is illogical, as one of my heros would state. Even though he never said it, doesn't it sound like sage advice from Commander/ Science Officer Spock, who was created by the most forward thinking retired policeman of his day, Gene Roddenberry?
I'm three Jack's deep, and it's kicking in, so that's all I got. God bless and smoke something this weekend. I recommend pork, but whatever makes the weekend better than the work week.
The one from Anaheim seems more like Frontierland.
Life expectancy at birth was variable without trend between 1850 and 1880—ranging between 38.3 and 44.0 years for both sexes combined.
February 23, 2018 at 6:52 PM
Maybe in another 10+ years, you will have some common sense to go along with that false bravado.
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